Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Israel and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Dirtbombs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
Marmalade,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxy Music,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
Gong,
Ultravox,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Brand Nubian,
LL Cool J,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.